Or Harry for short.... not sure why we think it is male, maybe it should be called Henrietta or someting but anyway, it came into our garden on Sunday evening, gaily strolled up the garden path right under our legs and followed the path around the house and proceeded to have a good sniff under the Bougainvillea bush in the back. Isn't it the cutest thing you ever saw.
It bought a smile to my face on what was a rather emotional day as we had had some concerning news that we needed to get our heads around and
then despite my efforts of waving an orange sarong outside the window all week Holland go and loose the world cup. I felt exactly like this by the time I went to bed, I wanted to shut down and make the whole world go away.
Do you ever feel like curling up in a ball, looking after the innner you and leaving the spikes out to fight the rest of the world? What a great natural mechanism this little creature has to protect itself.
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